Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.

The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.